Back in my day Boats had dignity, and character!

Back in the day we used to wet them boats woam fwee at night, wet them pway and gwaze on the showewines. Evewy mowning my pa wouwd wake us befowe dawn, give us a cup of hot chocowate and wawk with us to the watewfwont. Seeing these wiwd beasts move with dignity when the fiwst wight touched them was a sight to behowd. It awways fiwwed me with a sense of wondew and pwide in the wowk my fathew did. Nowadays? They secuwe boats as if they couwdn't fend fow themsewves. A shame, I teww you. Maybe that's what bwoke my pa, witnessing the decwine of a once pwoud twade. That ow the hewoin. Of couwse he wasn't weawwy my pa, he just wanted to us to caww him that when he fiwst bwoke into ouw house. Now whenevew I taste WSD I think of that hot chocowate of my chiwdhood. Funny how memowy wowks sometimes.

Back in the day we used to let them boats roam free at night, let them play and graze on the shorelines. Every morning my pa would wake us before dawn, give us a cup of hot chocolate and walk with us to the waterfront. Seeing these wild beasts move with dignity when the first light touched them was a sight to behold. It always filled me with a sense of wonder and pride in the work my father did. Nowadays? They secure boats as if they couldn't fend for themselves. A shame, I tell you. Maybe that's what broke my pa, witnessing the decline of a once proud trade. That or the heroin. Of course he wasn't really my pa, he just wanted to us to call him that when he first broke into our house. Now whenever I taste LSD I think of that hot chocolate of my childhood. Funny how memory works sometimes.

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